His right arm lay outstretched and without movement, and in an instant the trouble was found.

Simson examined the injury quickly and called for the doctor, who probed Neil's shoulder with knowing fingers, while the latter's white face was being sopped with the dripping sponge.
"Right shoulder's dislocated, Jim," said Dr.Prentiss quietly to the trainer.

"Take hold here; put your hands here, and pull toward you steadily.

Now!" Then Neil fainted.
When he regained consciousness he was being borne from the field between four of his fellows.

At the locker-house the injured shoulder was laid bare, and the doctor went to work.
The pain had subsided, and only a queer soreness remained.